Silence [2010]

for me

"...every infant, the instant it comes 

into the world, begins to move 

its little arms and legs with

 the rhythm of music."

-- Hazrat Inayat Khan

I am not the improbable honk of a trumpet, nor any of the six rusted razors tuned to open me.  Also, I am no longer to be found in the low end, where the humid evening is a betrayal of the speaker, and where the list of recognizable names is short.  (The names, too, are betrayals, when reconstructed as incongruous aural architectures.)  And, I will never be     the never ending song you think you hear.

What I am is a quiet, aspiring to silence.